Leinster City was done for.
This was the most intuitive thought of the Leinster City branch president and bishop of the Saint Heroes Society, Bradley Dennis, a gray-haired, middle-aged man.
It had been nearly a week since the Brotherhood of Redemption started their rebellion. In this week, Bradley's mood had almost gone through a roller-coaster ride, and he had not recovered from it until now.
After the war with the aliens began, the elite forces of Leinster City were constantly drawn away. With the reduction of teachers, the number of students from various countries plummeted, and the Holy See's personnel were constantly transferred to the frontline, the darkness in the city began to stir.
Various cults had been secretly expanding their influence and fighting with each other. This situation had been going on for ten years. During these ten years, it was not that the upper echelons of the human race did not know about their little tricks, but they had deliberately ignored them. The reason was very simple: they no longer had the heart and power to control them.
In the end, in this critical moment of human survival at the frontline, the cults that used to be a big problem in the past had become a minor problem. Situations like the one in Leinster City were everywhere in the human world.
Troubled times were the best seedbed for the cults to bewitch people. There was nothing more blind than the frightened masses. They were like ignorant lambs being driven around. But what Bradley did not expect was that in this unprecedentedly comfortable environment, when everyone could eat and sleep well, and when their forces were expanding, someone would actually flip the table!
The Brotherhood of Redemption was an ancient organization inherited from the World Salvation Society of the Second Era. It had been rooted in the Country of Scholars for hundreds of years. Although it was not as strong as the Saint Heroes Society, it was still a big tree with deep roots. In the past ten years, it had developed rapidly and had many conflicts with the Saint Heroes Society. But Bradley never thought that they would dare to start a civil war. This could be said to have broken everyone's common bottom line.
The main reason why the higher-ups of the human race turned a blind eye to them was that the cultists were only messing around under the table and would not really rebel. After all, the cultists were not fools, and the mutants were not religious. If they let them in, everyone would be doomed.
The Saint Heroes Society believed that the Mother Goddess would lead the civilization to the end, and that all humans would return to the embrace of the Mother Goddess. However, this end must be brought by the Mother Goddess's messengers, and not those dirty and ugly aliens. In fact, the higher-ups of the Saint Heroes Society had indeed issued an order to stop the Brotherhood of Redemption.
So when the lunatics of the Brotherhood of Redemption launched an attack in Leinster City, many forces, including the Buchonia Garrison Legion and the Saint Heroes Society, joined forces to encircle and suppress them. But the result was beyond everyone's expectations.
The Brotherhood of Redemption won with the help of a group of monsters that they summoned using some strange curse vessel.
They were black-armored soldiers and black-robed clergy. They looked like humans, but they weren't. They didn't go out to battle during the day, but once night fell, they would wander over in groups. They would let out strange whispers from their mouths. Those who heard them would have a splitting headache, while those who heard them would go mad.
Under the attack of these terrible monsters, the remaining Leinster garrison had retreated to St. Freya Academy, and a small number of students in the academy and the resident deputy dean, Estrella, were waiting for reinforcements. However, Bradley was not so lucky. After losing their primary target, the Brotherhood of Redemption targeted their old enemy, the Saint Heroes Society.
Now, the Saint Heroes Society had holed up near Castle Wooster in the East City District, and they were about to be completely defeated. The news secretly sent back by the undercover agent tonight made Bradley even more desperate.
The Saint Heroes Society's reinforcements were intercepted on the way.
The death of the saint meant that the Saint Heroes Society in Leinster City had lost their last trump card.
It was unknown how long it would take for the human reinforcements to arrive from the front line. The garrison in St. Freya Academy might be able to hold on until then, but the Saint Heroes Society would definitely be wiped out before then. If the order of the high-level council could not be fulfilled, all of them would die.
They would either be killed by the monsters in the night, or be dealt with by the council. This desperate situation made the skinny middle-aged man drown his sorrows in alcohol.
After downing another bottle of century-old red wine, Bradley's face was flushed red. He walked to the window and looked at the dim streets outside the castle, as if he could see the terrible monsters crawling out of the night.
Knock! Knock!
"Who is it? Didn't I say not to disturb me? "
The sudden knock on the door interrupted the gray-faced man's imagination. It also made Bradley, who came back to his senses, a little angry. He yelled impatiently at the door, but he didn't expect to hear the excited report of the believer outside the door.
"Lord Bishop, the saint from the council has arrived!"
Saint? And what bullsh * t saint?!
Bradley thought angrily. He led a large group of people to the East City Gate, which was still in their hands. Behind him, the giant scorpion puppet followed closely.
When he heard the soldier say that the saint had arrived, Bradley was not happy at all. Instead, he broke out in a cold sweat. Others might not know what was going on with the saint, and might even be waiting anxiously, but he knew very well.
Saint? The Brotherhood of Redemption had already killed him!
Now, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that he was their spy!
At the torch-lit city gate, Bradley saw the black-haired boy talking to the believers from a distance. Seeing this situation, the skinny middle-aged man waved his hand and ordered loudly.
"He's a fake! Catch him for me! "
The white-robed believers behind him rushed out from both sides, and the scorpion puppet made a strange roar. The believers around Luo Ya turned pale with fright and hurriedly retreated. For a time, the black-haired boy was surrounded.
Not good, it seems that they have some information channels, or the saint and Bishop Bradley know each other.
Luo Ya thought so in his heart. He could not help but frown slightly. According to the situation in the letter, the saint directly under the council should not meet with the local believers. In the letter, Bradley did not seem to know the name of the saint. This was a big reason why Luo Ya wanted to pretend to be the saint, but the reality did not develop as he imagined.
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